Well .. I need a beta-reader. anyone be interested in the job?

Now...

It had been several years since the Battle of Hogwarts had happened . Many deaths and injuries , some who do not recover ... ever

A whistle began to be done , when a soul began to " walk" in that it would be in his former living being . He was in a plaza , opening a huge smile when he saw what he had been looking for .

The red head of her brother Ron, who was sitting at the time , while having lunch a sandwich ... Hermione probably would have driven home at lunchtime for some unfunny joke about her food .

- What an idiot . It's just always have a remedy for stomach later. - Fred said , knowing that his brother would not listen to him . He went to the side of his brother, sitting while doing a move reminiscent pull air . Only he felt no more smells , no longer felt the touch of anyone, no longer felt hunger , sleep ... Only his feelings were still so senses as before ... The sadness for his mother, anger at the damn dinner death that had caused his death ...

The loneliness of having no one to hear his words , no one alive to laugh at his jokes . He had wanted to go ahead , however , something had arrested .

He did not know what it was. I just knew that one day had awakened the ground , where for him moments before the wall had collapsed , caused by a spell of a Death Eater . He still felt surprised by the bad joke ... Percy and Vira countless students passing him , talking to Neville , calling him a teacher.

Not even the ghosts listened . So he left - had left a manner of speaking - and out of Hogwarts with immense pain , he had discovered that none of his brothers could see . Neither his parents . Gradually he had picked up the habit of discovering where their brothers or their parents were to be around them .

While Ron was eating , a group of women passed them . Fred whistled . He could even be a ghost , but still had good taste in women ... when one of them passed, glanced at Ron, as if you were evaluating. When she turned her gaze forward, Fred pretended to sigh .

- Let me Merlin protect me , but if he listened to me ... this brunette with the pink blouse would use just a fig leaf for the hair ...

Fred stopped talking when he realized that the brunette in question turned back , abandoning women . She walked decided to Ron, who remained in a silence while chewing .

- Excuse me ? - She caught the attention of his brother , who raised his head slightly . - Self not taste of wine.

No sooner she finished saying this, his hand closed on the nose came from Ron, who , understanding nothing , saw the woman retracing the path to the small group that accompanied and looked shocked .

- What? - She asked , and before any companion spoke , she picked up a blonde who looked at Ron apologetically , being dragged by the woman in pink blouse arm